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The Saga of Ajay and Raja.

Part.1

The two trope huddled, shivering in a corner of the bus stop caught my tending as I got down from the bus. It was late at night, wet and extremely inhuman, as only a hill station can get. None of the former few passengers, who had been on the bus seemed to notice them and went hurriedly on their way. A closer look revealed two young boys, dressed in what appeared to be schoolhouse uniform bloomers and coloured shirts. They were wet through and through and shivering so badly they could barely respond to my questions. The bus that I had arrived on was the survive one of the day and would return to the plains only the succeeding morn. When I explained this to the boy they were on the verge of tears.

flavor sorry for their plight I asked them to come home with me. I could generate them a meal, a change of clothes and a warm place to sleep. The brisk paseo of a klick from the bus stop to my house started to warm them up a bit. We reached my place with very little said as they were still too common cold and wet to sing. I gave them towels to dry off and a couple of shirts and lungies to change into. While they were changing I lit a fervency in the sitting room fireplace and made some soup. When they had dried themselves and changed I gave them two bowls of piping hot soup to warm them up. Soon they were feeling less chilled and were able to enjoin me some of their story.

The male child appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old. They were both from a small township in the knit stitch at the foot of the hills and had bunked from school for the day to arrive at a trip to see the lake and Ithiel Town. When they had visited a close by tourist spot, they had come across person selling"magic mushroom cloud"[ which this detail hill station was famous for producing ]. They had heard of many foreign tourists visiting, to buy and use these mushrooms and decided to give it a try themselves. Having consumed the mushrooms they went into the pine forest and soon began to have the effects. After wandering some space from the road and with no existent mind of how far they had gone or the passage of time, they began to finger tired and lay down under the tree diagram to sleep off the lethargy they felt.

Woken by the rainwater they were shocked to encounter it was almost nighttime and getting dark. With a lot of difficulty they eventually found the road and were capable to make it back into the town, which by then was shut down for the night. By this time they were both wet to the tegument, extremely cold and ravenously hungry. Keeping just enough money to pay for the bus back rest home they found a workshop on the brink of closing and were able to buy a cup of coffee apiece and a couple of bondas, which did trivial to ward off the pang of hunger. They then sat down to wait for the adjacent bus, not knowing that the last bus going down the hill had already departed. That is how they came to be where I found them.

They were perkerier by now but still feeling cold, though the room had warmed up nicely. I asked them if they would like a shot of brandy to get rid of the tarriance iciness and prevent them from catching pneumonia. With the common Tamalian shyness, they at first refused, but when I pressed them a bit they admitted that they did drink and were quite used to having heavy liquor. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not want water or sal soda with theirs. Barely diluting the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their crank before I had had clock time to take more than a couple of sips of my own swallow. This is the way Tamil boys read to subscribe their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to ease up a fast high.

By this fourth dimension I had prepared a more substantial repast and while they poured their second round of drinks of beverage down their throats and wolfed the food, I finished my offset drink. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the solid food they began to relax and to speak and deport more freely. I poured them a one-third round of golf of boozing and told them to go ho-hum with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out Sir Thomas More about them. Both son were actually 19 geezerhood old and the previous day had been I birthday. This trip to the mound had been undertaken as a festivity of that. They were good looking boys, with the normal coffee coloured cutis of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had a great deal nervus facialis hair. Both were just starting to show some down on the upper lip and around the chin when early Tamil boys of the same age would have had thick moustaches and approximative stubble and would have been shaving for a duo of years.

To me, boys of this type and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the subject of conversation around to sex and in particular male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprise both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite loose about their experiences, with each other and with other boys. Perhaps, their forbiddance loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to have a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to give it a threesome. We wasted very short clock time in talking after that and bringing in some blankets and rugs, soon made a prissy bed on the floor in front of the fireplace. The elbow room was warm enough for us to remove our clothes with comforter and I began undressing one of the son. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest of drawers with disconsolate coloured nipples inviting the practical application of tongue and rim. As I started to kiss and solve his chest and nipples he showed some signs of being unused to these superstar, but soon the rising bulge in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it.

Turning to the other boy I started to kiss his face and neck. He also showed signs of not being aware that mouth and oral cavity could induce such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any form of kissing or licking body process, never even knew that brim, natural language and mouth could be the source of the exquisite rousing they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professionals. Both were proficient prentice and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant hard-on with their peter finding the way out of the folds of their lungies and begging for tending. When I bent my head and took a turncock in my mouthpiece it came as such a shock to the boy that he shot his load of cum in less than ten seconds.

The early boy having seen what I had done to the other, and was now about to do to him, made it well-fixed for me by flinging off his lungi and standing stark naked in battlefront of me. He lasted just a little bit longer, perhaps 15 or 20 seconds.

The naked boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose name was rajah, now turned their tending to undressing me. raja removed my shirt and started to clobber my nipples and chest, working his way down to my belly. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trousers and my underclothes and with surprisingly, no reservation took the length of my dick in his mouth and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few bit previously. genus Raja also went down in front of me and started to lick my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my stopcock as well. For boys who had never known about oral sex both proved adept at the task.

To day of the month their experiences had been mostly mutual masturbation and some amount of frottage, the intromission of a rampant cock between the clamped thighs of another ; I now introduced them to the full moon spectrum of sexual natural action that could be undertaken. I showed them how kiss, licks and love bites could enhance an erecting, how sucking could bring a flaccid putz back to its grueling state and the different methods used, to almost descend to climax and how to slow down and halt at that point so as to prolong the pleasure. I told them about anal sex and using a finger to poke into their can showed them the amount of joy to be achieved from fucking and getting fucked. Of course as both were"fresher"and extremely tight so that even my well lubricated finger caused them some discomfort at first-class honours degree before they felt the delight of insight. We could not go all the way though I would deliver loved to sleep together both of them.

It was towards the former 60 minutes of the morning when all the events of the day began to catch up with them and both boys started to swag. We settled down to sleep well warmed by our sweat, the slowly demise flame lighting their smiling faces as the lay, one on either side of me, naked as the day they were born, flushed and shining, replete with sexual satisfaction. Innocently, trustingly they slept. Ajay's question cradled on my shoulder, his script on my breast and his leg across my thighs, his now limp and flaccid shaft pressed against my hip. rajah, sleeping face down had his arm across my venter, his sweet backside was thrusting upward, exposed and inviting. I was tempted to kiss it one more time.

Finis.

Coninued in portion 2

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